Words lost vague references to <br />things I thought I might have said. <br />Strange places filled with <br />shadows, hollow echoes, <br />memories and the tears that are <br />no longer lies. Sitting in the <br />stillness of the night under the <br />silver light of the kissing moon <br />unaware of the life that has slowly <br />passed me by, numb I remain.<br /><br />David Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-memory-33/
